My Room

Emptiness closes the door to my room,
Bringing darkness where once there was light.
Searching a path of obsession and gloom
As the closing reveals a cold night.
And faceless expressions start wandering in,
From where is anyone’s guess.
They rest their tired bones in the arms of a chair
And laugh at my listlessness.
I’m not aware of their purpose
If they have one they’ve not made it clear.
Swirling about as time passes slow.
They say I have nothing to fear.
“I’m not afraid.” I utter aloud,
The lie seems like truth with no ground.
Then they tell me of passing, of worlds unknown,
Without even making a sound
I begin to question if this is real.
Could it be all in my head?

(This is a reworking of a poem written a long time ago, that I recently reworked again for lyrics to a song. The song can be found at Myspace.com.)